Strings || s.m.

Chapter 10

"That was," I breathed out, pausing to collect my words and to slow down my increasing heart beat. "Phenomenal."

His face which had been tense, waiting for a response, now broke out into a huge smile and he exclaimed, "thanks! I thought you would hate it." A small chuckle came from his mouth and I shook my head furiously.

"You're an absolutely amazing singer, why would I hate it? Like you frickin sounded angelic and like you were so into it which made it ten times better. Mrs. Cunningham is going to love it! She'll be so ecstatic oh my god, our song sounds so so amazing." I rambled on and on and he just grinned at me. I was seriously super excited for our teacher to hear it and just genuinely happy to see it all come together.

I looked at his face to see him staring at me with his hand under his head and cocked to the side.

"What?" I exclaimed, looking at him shaking his head at me.

"Oh nothing, I was just wondering if you were done talking." He shrugged, still grinning.

"Shawn! I was just trying to appreciate your talent. Fine I won't do it again." I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest like a diva and turning around so my back was to him.

"Wow you're adorable." He spoke, making my heart clench. I felt really happy and giddy, like his words had an effect on me like a drug. I almost felt kind of high.

I looked back at him to see that same goofy grin plastered onto his face. He placed his guitar back to where it was leaning against my dresser and just laid down on my bed, his legs dangling off of it. His hands were under his head and he stared at the ceiling above, his lean body stretched out onto my bed.
(A/n *passes out holy water*)

"Thanks," I laughed, watching his motions. He pulled out his phone and typed something in quickly and I loved how he had just complimented me and then suddenly become so distant.

"Ava!" I heard my mom's voice call from the first story of the house. I glanced at the clock on my dresser and realized it was already 6. Time had flown by really fast.

"I'll be right back," I told Shawn glancing at his lean body one more time. "Don't look at my baby pictures." I added with a sly smile.

"No promises there." He chuckled and I left my room and took the stairs two at a time to see my mom.

"Ava, get ready for dinner hun." She spoke, looking weary as usual. She seemed even more tired and almost dilapidated lately though. 

"I have a guest over." I told her and quickly explained to her how the boy I had been doing a project with was here. She nodded in understanding and told me to ask him to have dinner with us.

I climbed up the stairs and was halfway there when I shouted, "Benito where you at?" 

I saw my room's door open and he shouted back to me dramatically, "Right here, Ava Bear."

He knew I didn't like that name so he called me that purposefully, obviously. But Benito was apparently Shawn's alter ego when he felt like he wasn't confident enough in certain situations.

I ran in slow motion to him dramatically when I got to the top of the stairs and he copied my actions and I could tell he was going for a hug so I instead stuck my hand out. His stomach collided with my hand, because he obviously had wanted a hug but I had gone for a handshake instead.

"You're going to make me cry." He pouted, giving me the puppy dog face and I refrained from laughing, secretly loving this playful mood that we had.

He grabbed my hand that was still outstretched towards him and he gave me a violent handshake, moving my hand up and down quickly.

"Hello, I'm a turtle." I introduced myself while he shook my hand so much that I myself, started moving up and down. I broke into giggles and he finally stopped, equally laughing with me.